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"I don't believe she's a new schoolgirl at all," cried Ruth; "she's just a visitor come to stay for a day or two with Mrs. Freeman. No schoolgirl that ever[Pg 6] breathed would dare to present such a young lady, grown-up appearance. There, girls, don't let's waste any more time over her; let's turn our attention to the much more important matter of the Fancy Fair."

Bridget slipped her hand into her pocket, and pulled out an exquisitely embossed vinaigrette.

"But we are not allowed to cut the boughs, Bridget," said Katie."I don't mind your kissing me, Bridget, only does not it seem a little soon—I have not known you many minutes yet?"

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Janet did not say any more. She bent forward, ostensibly to renew her studies, in reality to hide a jealous feeling which surged up in her heart.

"We'll all be delighted to have her again, of course," said Olive. "And is she really quite well, Miss Delicia?""Shall I really—how unfortunate; but she doesn't look a bad-tempered woman, and what is there in wishing for fresh eggs? Stale eggs aren't wholesome."

"I ought not to speak," said Dorothy, turning very red, "but if you are going to be hard on Bridget——"

"Oh, lor, miss, you're too good, but there's that bell again; I must run this minute."

"Pretty," interrupted Janet, scorn curling her lip.